Orpheus' Song -

He that did sing the motions of the stars,

Pale-colour'd Phoebus' borrowing of her light,

Aspects of planets oft oppos'd in jars,

Of Hesper, Henchman to the day and night;

Sings now of love, as taught by proof to sing,

Women are false, and love a bitter thing.

I lov'd Eurydice, the brightest lass,

More fond to like so fair a nymph as she;

In Thessaly so bright none ever was,

But fair and constant hardly may agree.

False-hearted wife to him that lov'd thee well,

To leave thy love and choose the prince of hell!

Theseus did help, and I in haste did hie

To Pluto, for the lass I loved so.

The god made grant, and who so glad as I?

I tun'd my harp, and she and I 'gan go:

Glad that my love was left to me alone,

I looked back, Eurydice was gone.

She slipp'd aside, back to her latest love;

Unkind, she wrong'd her first and truest fere.

Thus women's love's delight, as trial proves

By false Eurydice I lov'd so dear.

To change and fleet, and every way to shrink,

To take in love, and lose it with a wink.